Happy Labor Day!

Just a quick post today to say happy Labor Day! Here in Northern Virginia, it’s sunny and breezy and just the right temperature. We’d already planned to spend the day out in the countryside with friends, but even if we hadn’t, I couldn’t think of a better thing to do with this beautiful Monday off.

Thank you for 400 followers!

Y’all! This little blog that I started in 2016, unceremoniously dropped about a year later because I was too afraid to actually write anything, picked up and lovingly pieced back together in 2020 when I got over myself and decided to just write what I wanted and let the world read or not, and now post on three times a week (as consistently as I can) officially has 400 followers! (Plus a few more, which is just the cherry on top.)

I am so happy! How happy? This happy:

(Okay, to be fair, that photo was actually taken in the fall of last year, when Graham told me my hair looked good and to smile for the camera. He ought to have learned by now that I am mostly incapable of taking a good and/or serious picture in all but the most important circumstances.)

Anyway…

I am, in fact, very, very happy! And so, so grateful to each of you (who I will likely never meet in person but love nonetheless) who read my work and keep coming back for more. It is one of the great pleasures of my life to put words together in just a certain way and make something that didn’t exist before. It’s the closest thing to magic I can do, and I’m glad you’re along for the journey.

So, in conclusion:

THANK YOU! Really, truly, thank you. This is a wonderful community and I’m glad to be part of it.

The September Kind (A Poem)

Try to remember them:
The days of smoke, of rain,
of golden leaves and woodfire embers
and orange twilights.
The growing nights,
ignited by the tawny harvest moon,
as full and round with possibilities
as the coming season.
These are the September kind.
The hours and minutes and memories,
the time and the turning,
the living and dying
that belong to us,
when we feel older and younger at once.
We are all the children of the fall.